I made this one a few days ago, and was trying to be patient and wait for the proper day to upload it here.Hogan has actually seen it already via the all-but defunct LiveJournal that I set up for Misfits of Mischief over FOUR years ago... that even I had forgotten about until just recently... that he hadn't even added as a friend to his own LiveJournal at that point, thus, had no real-time access/alerts to the feed, but STILL FOUND IT! THAT'S JUST HOW ON THE BALL THIS MAN IS!!

So, head on over and wish him a happy one. He definitely deserves it.

As for this picture:the boys pop into another parallel reality...(This had also sparked the (now-ongoing) idea that, instead of touching down in every reality in a big bolt of lightning, they would pop out of innocuous little places, usually too small for one guy to fit, muchless 3, and that their travels between dimensions are signified by tie-dye effects.)They emerge in a Nexus Dimension. Number 37, to be precise. A waystation universe that detected dimensional travel early, and thus, they built their entire being around regulating it.One L.P. Hogan just happens to be a high-ranking magistrate of the Interdimensional Border Patrol, and the boys entered his dimension, accidentally, though illegally, through his recycle bin... totally disrupting his day off.